Game's End

So you say you love me
Big boy, brave son
Well you'd better run
Coz I skip with the breeze
Spin like wind-chased leaves
Water gurgling rudely
Down dirty drains
Is way behind
This little bird
She's gone
In a torrent
Of whispering wings
Worried currents of air
Aching eddies recede
Back to normal
At least
For a while




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